Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:27:01 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 9 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 9: The Dinner

       "Hayden, you are not going to hell for feeling the way you do. There
is nothing wrong with you. The feelings you have, you can't do anything
about them. They are a part of you. You have done nothing wrong. Gideon and
Byron have done nothing wrong. You are not a fuck up, do you hear me?"

	"Coach you just said fuck up!" He giggled a little bit and again
took a deep breath out. He leaned back and just looked up at me, waiting
for me to make the next move. All fear had gone from his eyes, and he
looked at me with just trepidation, as afraid that now I would be angry at
him, or still keep talking. I was in control of the situation, but where
would I take this conversation was the question that he wanted answered. I
decided that I was going to push it just a little bit and see what
happened.

	"Hayden, you seriously have no one to talk to about these things
that you are feeling? It sounds like Gideon and Byron have already made
their minds up, but you are still on the fence am I right?" He just nodded,
so I kept going. "If you really, really want to talk to someone about these
things, I'll talk to you. But I have to trust you first. I'm taking a very
big risk here, and I need to make sure I'm safe. If you want to talk right
now, we can go to the Micky D's across the street and talk about some
things. But I don't think we should talk in the shed. What do you say to
that?"

	Hayden looked up into my eyes directly, and let out a slow and
steady breath. It was as if this whole day came down to this one decision,
and there was no way that I was able to read his mind. I held my breath as
well, impatient to hear what his response would be.

	"Actually Coach, I'm kinda looking forward to the Ming Gardens that
Byron's mom is going to order. But there is a Dairy Queen over by the
entrance to the park. How about a milkshake instead?" He looked at me with
a look on his face that showed he trusted me completely. He wanted to talk
to me, and I wanted to talk to him. I took him at his offer.

	"Well alright, but you are going to owe me twenty extra laps for
tomorrow's practice. Chinese food and a milkshake in one evening? Can't
have my team captain getting out of shape now can we? We have a game
against Wood Forest next week, and I'm not going to have our season opener
be a loss."

	"Wait a minute...did you just say team captain? You said you
wouldn't have the postings for the team captain spot until after the end of
the week? We've only had one practice!!!" His voice jumped into a shriek
when he made this pronouncement, and the fear of earlier was replaced by
the joy when he realized that he would be in charge of the team. I couldn't
help but chuckle at him.

	"Hayden, if what I saw last Friday on the field is any indication
of what you can do, I would be an idiot to not have you be the captain of
our team. You are not only one of the best players on the team, but you
also know exactly what the others on the team will do, and you get them to
be in the place they need to be. You are a natural leader, and again I
think if I didn't make you the team captain, Ms. Arthur would have me
fired!"

	"Coach, I promise I won't let you down! Wood Forest is going down
next week, and after them Center Grove. We got the championship already
wrapped up...but there is one thing I would like to ask you." His voice
lowered just a little bit and his eyes were again focused on his feet,
resting above his Hollister flip flops. A little bit of anxiety crawled
back into my head.

	"What is it Hayden, don't hesitate to ask me."

	"Well, I was just wondering if we could make it just ten laps
instead of twenty. I'm going to get the small milkshake, and I get the pad
thai from Ming Gardens. That's just noodles really! I promise to still stay
in shape." If this was what he had on his mind, I knew that our
relationship was secure and would continue to be so. He was more worried
about letting me down as opposed to putting me behind bars. I just smiled
at him.

	We must have made an unusual sight while walking out of the shed
and across the park. By this time, it was nearing the end of dusk and the
street lights were coming on. The park had been empty before hand, but now
it was almost practically deserted. Hayden was walking on the other side of
his bike, which separated us. Luckily for me, he had kept a OBEY T-shirt on
the handlebars which I had not noticed prior, so he was able to wear that
while we took our short walk towards DQ. I was grateful for this, since it
seemed a little less odd with me walking next to a clothed Hayden, as
opposed to walking next to a shirtless one. We were still a distance from
the school, but I wasn't about to take risks. The air was cool, and I was
grateful for the hoodie that I was wearing. Hayden seemed confident,
leading the way towards the DQ as if he was walking with a dear friend, and
not a teacher who had caught him and his friends jerking off together about
thirty minutes prior.

	We ordered our milkshakes, and decided to have a seat on the
outside patio. It was still warm enough that people were going in and out
of the store, but luckily for me and Hayden, none wanted to stay and eat at
the actual establishment. Also given the nature of what our conversation, I
was grateful that we were able to eat outside where we would not be
disturbed. Yes our conversation could be overheard if someone had been
paying close enough attention, but that didn't seem like it was going to be
a likely problem.

	While we were slowly enjoying our milkshake, I noticed a sort of
tension creeping back between us. But it wasn't a tension of who was right
and who was wrong in the matter of sexual misconduct. It was a tension of
who was going to talk first. In order to establish myself as the fount of
knowledge that I thought I was, I decided that I would speak first.

	"So Hayden, let us talk about what happened earlier."

	"Coach, I'm sorry if you think I trapped you, but I wanted to see
if I could trust you. What I did was wrong, hell I should have known I
could just trust you. You've been soo cool since you've gotten here, but no
one besides Gideon and Byron know about what we do. I didn't want you think
I was some disgusting pervert like they tell me at church." The words
again, just started flowing out of his mouth, totally interrupting what I
was going to say. He was bearing his soul in front of me, and I needed to
respond in a manner that showed I was the boss.

	"Hayden, you are exactly right. You should have come to me if you
had questions about what you were doing. I would never betray the trust of
one of my students, especially in regards to such a sensitive subject such
as this. I'm a little upset that you thought you had to trick me into
coming tonight, but I'm glad you now know you can trust me. But that's not
what I wanted to talk to you about. Not what I saw, but rather what you
said."

	"You mean, you aren't disgusted by me Coach? I just had a cum fest
with two other guys, and if anyone else saw that, I would lose all my
friends in the whole school, my mom would probably kick me out, and I
couldn't ever play soccer for a team again! I'm a faggot coach, a
disgusting faggot! If Marissa knew about this, she would humiliate me!"

	It was at this point, I said a silent prayer to God that no one
else was around, because Hayden's voice started to rise again. Luckily it
never reached a level would people would start to turn in our direction,
but I took my voice down a level in response, so he would hopefully follow
my lead.

	"Hayden, forget about Marissa. Forget about your mom and the other
kids at school. Listen to me, and only me. I want to ask you a question,
and I don't want you to think about the answer when you do. Just give me
the first answer that pops into your head. Can you promise to do that for
me?"

	"Sure Coach...wait, was that the question?" He smirked a little bit
at me when he said this line, before he took another swig of his strawberry
milkshake. This kid was nothing if not witty.

	"No you dummy. This is the question. Do you feel what you do with
Gideon and Byron is disgusting or is that what you think because it is what
you have been told?"

	His delay was but momentary in nature.

	"I think what we are doing is wrong because it is what I have been
told. I really like doing those things with Gideon and Byron, and trust me
I know Byron loves it too. I don't want for people to stare at me and think
that I'm disgusting though Coach. I just want to be normal. Why can't I be
normal?"

	"Hayden, have I ever told you what I think of the word normal?" He
shook his head and started to open his mouth to answer, but I bowled over
him so as to gain the upper hand in our verbal battle. "Hayden, I hate the
world normal. There is no such thing as normal. Normal is an illusion and
something that changes from time to time. 200 years ago it was not normal
for black and whites to get married or even to hang out. 100 years ago, it
was not normal for women to have the right to vote. And finally, 50 years
ago, it was not considered normal for us to think of having landed on the
moon. So as you can see, normal is a word that loses all meaning with the
passage of time. Do you think you understand me?"

	"I'm trying to Coach, but you used a lot of big words. What I think
you mean is that I shouldn't strive to be normal, because in ten years
normal might be something different. And then I'll be upset that I'm not
normal again. So what should I do? I don't want to give up what I do with
Byron and Gideon. It feels so right. Does that make me gay Coach?"

	Now we were entering difficult territory. I knew I was gay when I
was 14 years old, and I believe that some people are capable of knowing
their sexual orientation at that age. However, I don't believe that they
should rush into that decision, and shouldn't be labeled. They should be
allowed to develop themselves naturally. Again it's entirely believable
that a 14 year old should know that they are a homosexual, but I also
believe that they should keep an open mind in those areas. What should
become of them if they label themselves gay at 14 years old, and then at 17
fall in love with a girl? People will accuse them of being cowards or
worse. I wanted to make sure he understood my position, but the only way I
could do that, was to include him in the conversation.

	"Hayden, do you think that you are gay?"

	"I don't know Coach. I know that Breanna Henderson thinks that I'm
cute, and she's like the hottest girl in 8th grade. But when I look at her,
I don't' feel the same way when I see Gideon's dick. I think that makes me
gay, but no one has ever told me what it means to be gay. I don't mean to
sound rude Coach, but you are gay aren't you? I mean I saw the way you were
looking at me and the boys in the shower on Friday, and I could just tell
you liked what you saw. Sooo...you are gay right?" He stared me right in
the eyes as he asked this question, with his breath held in, afraid that I
might possibly run or refuse to answer the question.

	Now here was a huge step. Yes, I was gay and I wasn't ashamed of
it, but was I willing to tell a 14 year old boy about my sexual orientation
in an attempt to rescue him from the self-loathing that he was obviously
feeling towards himself. I knew what I had to be done.

	"Yes, Hayden I am a homosexual. I knew I was gay when I was about
your age, and have never really felt myself drawn towards women. I had some
experiences with them when I was younger, but I never went all the way,
because I knew it wasn't what I wanted. I saw all the girls looking at me,
and wanting to get with me, but I rather have been with Tyler Greathouse
than any other person in my grade. I think that's what you are feeling. Am
I correct?"

	His tears were now flowing down the side of his face, and his eyes
were closed while he said these next words to me.

	"Yes Coach. More than anything I want to be with Byron or Gideon
more than I would ever want to be with Breanna Henderson, even if she does
give better blowjobs they say. I want to be with those two, even if my mom
hates me. More than anything in this world I want them to love me. I'm gay
Coach. I'm gay and my mom is going to hate me." He had knocked his
milkshake off of our table, and it was spilling onto the concrete, but
there was nothing more I wanted to do than assure this precious boy that he
was not hated by anyone in this world. How could he be?

	"Hayden, if you are like this with your mother, I doubt very much
that she would ever be capable of hating you. You are a kind, smart,
important person in the lives of many people. You are a leader at soccer,
and you are a leader amongst your friends. Now I've never met your mother,
but she has obviously done a remarkable job raising you. You don't have to
tell her what you have told me, not yet anyway. One day you will have to
tell her, but I promise you that if you want me to, I'll be right there
with you to help you talk to her. I'm surprised by how well we have talked
tonight, and I must admit I thought I would end up in jail, rather than
here having this conversation with you. Hayden you are very important to
me, and other people. Anyone that hates you, doesn't know their ass from
their head."

        I smiled at him while I said these words, and I made sure he was
looking directly into my eyes as well. I wanted him to hear what I was
saying, but if possible I also wanted him to see the compassion with which
I was speaking them with. What happened next amazed me, if that was even
possible after all the things which had transpired in the course of 24
hours.

       Hayden, got up, and walking slowly over to me, placed his head on my
shoulders, and wrapped me in a hug. By its very nature, I was surprised by
what I had started, and I wasn't sure where we would end up, but this
scenario was something that hadn't even crossed my mind. It was a loving
hug of an embrace, completely lacking in sexual overtones. He just buried
his head into my neck and let it lay there for a few minutes, while his
arms were still wrapped around my body. He made no effort to nuzzle into
me, or to start to lay a kiss on my neck, and I just let him do the
leading, wanting him to feel safe. I heard him whisper softly into my neck
and I knew right then and there, that I had not only saved him from the
hatred he felt himself, but had also managed to make this relationship a
trusting and friendly one, rather than one of devious sexual adventures.

       "Coach I love you. I wish you were my father, instead of that
bastard out in New Mexico. Thank you for talking to me."

       While this scene was sweet in nature, I knew it couldn't last
forever, and no sooner had he said this than his I phone started ringing
which he had laid out on the table in front of us. The music of Wiz Khalifa
broke the air and our quiet revelry. He grabbed it immediately, and started
reading it. He looked at me, with a pleasant smile on his face and got up
and started moving towards his bike. I was afraid again that this was a
part of his trap, but he reassured me with his words.

       "Gideon and Byron say they aren't going to save me anymore pad thai
unless I get there soon. Thanks for the talk Coach. There is more I want to
ask you, but this lame ass Spanish teacher assigned them this huge project,
and I'm going to help. Oh and by the way, we have a little surprise for you
on Friday after practice."

       With those words he hopped onto his bike and immediately started
pedaling in the direction of what I can only assume to be Byron's house,
leaving me to finish my blackberry milkshake alone with my thoughts.

*****

Soooo... I probably should have just combined this chapter with Chapter 8,
but I wanted to do it this way. Chapter 8 dealt with the fear that comes
with discovery, while Chapter 9 deals with the emotions of discovering
one's sexuality. Yes, this is a simple version, but as you saw Hayden has
more questions to talk to Coach about. So more will come. Obviously next
chapter will have some naughty misadventures of our Three Musketeers, and I
think everyone will appreciate that. :)

Onto business though. I'm again overwhelmed by how much positive support
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